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Hey guys! So this week Little Lion and I tried something new. I wrote part one of a story and she wrote part two. We had a lot of fun with this prompt and if y’all like it comment and tell us so. A hint: read my part first and then Little Lion’s so that the story isn’t confusing. That’s all for this week so I hope you enjoy! Stay nerdy!​—Little Snake

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​Some people say heros don’t exist and wonder if they’ve ever met Rebel Skystreak. A woman like her can only be described as hero-like.Her soft golden hair that serenely waves in the wind. The hair that frames her face perfectly, with sun-streaked curls. The way it lies, relaxed, down her back when she pushes it from her face so you can see her smile as she helps you up.Or her impossibly blue eyes. Most of the time they’re a gentle blue fading almost to white. And when she’s excited, the way the crinkle slightly around the edges. Once in awhile, however, they become truly special. When it’s dark out and you turn to look up at her. Her eyes become so blue you can’t seem to look away. They pierce your soul and for a moment it seems as though the world is centered in those beautiful eyes.Maybe it’s her lips that are red as roses, as cliche as that sounds. For Rebel, it’s true. The curve of them as the musical lilt of her voice is spoken. Her laugh that rivals all with it’s angelic nature. When she laughs, you feel truly special for one shining moment.And that’s what scares me most of all. Her hair, her eyes, her lips and laugh… they way they comfort you even if deep down you know all hope is lost.The hair that shines so immensely that it hurts to look at. When you trip on an upturned root and she is suddenly there with a hand held out. You don’t want to grab it, but you have no choice. You’ll never truly escape, so why try?When she looks down upon you, her eyes are that piercing blue. So blue, they’re almost black, and that’s when you start to worry. You’ll catch a passing glance at her on the street and nothing seems out of the ordinary, but when those eyes are focused on you, the world stops and dread begins.And her angelic laugh. The laugh that has been the star of so many of my nightmares. The way it mocks you as you try to run, to escape, to just go. Among the rare times I’m able to escape her watchful gaze, that laugh is the thing the finds me. She laughs as if all of this is a game that she has all figured out.Some people say heros don’t exist. Maybe they’re right, or maybe they just haven’t seen one yet. My opinion, you ask? Well, I’m not completely sure, but… There are villains out there, and mine has already won.

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Hey there! We are Little Lion and Little Snake, which are nicknames we gave each other based on our Harry Potter houses! We hope you enjoy our works, and leave us a comment or two to let us know what you did (or didn't) like about them!Head over to "Meet The Authors" to read more about Scarlet Tea and Silver Ink's founders